Stuff...

As we are in the process of moving and packing I realize how much stuff I have. Not useful things or things I like just random stuff. The type of things that make you go "Why the heck do I have this?" or " What on earth is this thing?" Just the things that make you question yourself and your sanity. And yet I am trying to understand why I emotionally attach myself to things. Small things that I find myself keeping every time we move or purge. Somethings I can find some reason to justify keeping them such as a willow tree angel that my mom gave me that always makes me smile and reminds me that summer is coming. But I have other things like a set of wooden painted blocks with greenery and scripty vinyl words, or stuffed animals that I got from some person sometime ago. But they all have enough meaning to me that I have held on to them for one more move. Where I'm going to put all this stuff in our tiny new house I don't know but I'll find a place somewhere.